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trans_92010-03-30 10:42 pm
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Freedom Fighters [Open]
It was her fourth hour and near thirtieth reset so far.
St. Albans was by far the coldest planet in the 'verse that the red headed woman standing in the middle of a snow covered forest belonged to. The snow never seemed to stop falling leaving drifts sometimes up to ten feet in depth that a person or a vehicle could easily get trapped in. Even if it had been a year since Gwendolyn had been there she could remember the details of picking the spots out, how the snow seemed to lay as well as the crunch of snow under boot. She had asked Stacy to let her be clothed how she had been during the winder campaign on the planet much to her protests. The uniform she wore was tattered and had seen better days. Strips of clothing wrapped around already numb fingers as the cold winder wind swept its way through the barren limbs above her head.
It was night on the St. Albans that Stacy had recreated perfectly for her. Well below freezing and cold enough to zap the energy out of any thing that cared show its head. That had been her squadron, that particular night, on a recon mission that had gone horribly wrong. It was still a mystery to the lieutenant just how the man had managed to hand them over so easily to the enemy. How hadn't they seen it before? Were there warning signs while they were there? Ever since the nightmares the questions had been gnawing away at the back of her mind leaving numbness much like the simulated cold that the planet had to offer. Gwen closed her eyes, her helmeted head turned up to feel the to soft flakes if snow against her face. Any other time she would have stopped to enjoy the beauty that the white flakes had to offer. Now, though, was a different matter. She had a mystery to solve with the only way to stop her the ship herself or another crew member.
St. Albans was by far the coldest planet in the 'verse that the red headed woman standing in the middle of a snow covered forest belonged to. The snow never seemed to stop falling leaving drifts sometimes up to ten feet in depth that a person or a vehicle could easily get trapped in. Even if it had been a year since Gwendolyn had been there she could remember the details of picking the spots out, how the snow seemed to lay as well as the crunch of snow under boot. She had asked Stacy to let her be clothed how she had been during the winder campaign on the planet much to her protests. The uniform she wore was tattered and had seen better days. Strips of clothing wrapped around already numb fingers as the cold winder wind swept its way through the barren limbs above her head.
It was night on the St. Albans that Stacy had recreated perfectly for her. Well below freezing and cold enough to zap the energy out of any thing that cared show its head. That had been her squadron, that particular night, on a recon mission that had gone horribly wrong. It was still a mystery to the lieutenant just how the man had managed to hand them over so easily to the enemy. How hadn't they seen it before? Were there warning signs while they were there? Ever since the nightmares the questions had been gnawing away at the back of her mind leaving numbness much like the simulated cold that the planet had to offer. Gwen closed her eyes, her helmeted head turned up to feel the to soft flakes if snow against her face. Any other time she would have stopped to enjoy the beauty that the white flakes had to offer. Now, though, was a different matter. She had a mystery to solve with the only way to stop her the ship herself or another crew member.